"Yeah," she said briefly, and her smile would have been tight if she hadn't been so relaxed. "We had a bit of a falling out, although I'm on speaking terms with them, at least. With my brothers gone, I'm heir to my fathers estate," she said, leaving it at that. Nothing more needed to be said.
She let out the softest moan at the touch of her hand on the tattoo on her back. Unfair may have been a good description after all.
His hips pressed against hers rather urgently as they kissed, wanting nothing more than to let him ravage her, every inch of her skin practically screaming for it.
The kiss deepened and began to grow more urgent, and she knew he was feeling the same thing. "Please, Miles," she whispered against his mouth, refusing to break away from the contact completely. "Need you. Don't stop."